“I'll go for the letter at once, Mrs. Staines.”
“Oh, thank you! Bless you! Yes, this minute!”
The artful rogue did not go; never intended.
He rose TO GO; but had a sudden inspiration; very sudden, of course. “Had he nothing about him you could recognize him by?”
“Yes, he had a ring I gave him.”
Falcon took a black-edged envelope out of his pocket.
“A ruby ring,” said she, beginning to tremble at his quiet action.
“Is that it?” and he handed her a ruby ring.